“You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.… — John Green Copy Share Image
“It's a paper town. I mean look at it, Q: look at all the cul-de-sacs, those streets that turn in on themselves,… — John Green Copy Share Image
“All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can… — John Green Copy Share Image
“How fun it would be to bounce on the back of Lidewij Vliegenthart’s bike down the brick streets, her curly red hair… — John Green Copy Share Image
“the smell of canals and cigarette smoke, all the people sitting outside the cafés drinking beer, saying their r's and g's in… — John Green Copy Share Image
Issac:"I dislike living in a world without Augustus Waters." Computer: "I don't understand-" Issac: "Me neither. Pause — John Green Copy Share
She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die." -… — John Green Copy Share
Neither novels or their readers benefit from any attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea… — John Green Copy Share
“Traffic's not too bad on Sheridan, and I'm cornering the car like it's the Indy 500, and we're listening to my favorite NMH song,… — John Green Copy Share
So I was ugly. I was never fat, really, and I never wore headgear or had zits or anything. But I was ugly. I… — John Green Copy Share
“said to him quietly, as if I couldn’t hear or something. Dad was about to respond but I interrupted.” — John Green Copy Share
“He was hot. A nonhotboy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a… — John Green Copy Share
I think if you keep the box closed long enough you do kill the cat, actually. — John Green Copy Share
Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it… — John Green Copy Share
